Tucked away in North Fremantle, right near the edge of the Swan River, is Rabbit in the Moon cafe. Aesthetically, RitM was not what I expected. I don’t know why but I was expecting something grungy yet retro, like a cafe set up in Foreman’s Basement from That 70s Show. Instead it’s Perth’s very own rabbit hole that leads you to Alice’s Wonderland: white and bright with quirky hints of yellow, porcelain rabbits and miniature tea cups, nutcrackers and babushka dolls, lights hanging in whisks and petals scattered over plates. It was all kinds of crazy and cute all in the one room.
In typical Justine fashion, I’d checked up on their menu online, only to find out upon arrival that it had changed. So my ‘avocado and roast tomato stack’ drastically turned into ‘bocconcini and raw tomato with a side of avo’, which I am completely and 100% okay with. Despite my constant vowing of, “I’ll stick to green tea, I’ll stick to green tea” in the car, I crumbled under pressure as soon as I saw their Sea Salt Caramel Supershake. In my defence, I had a $20 voucher and I wanted to make the most of it!
I was pretty happy with my meal until I saw my friend’s ‘Baked Eggs’, which consited of eggs, chorizo, feta and mild spicy capsicum and tomato sauce in a huevos rancheros style. It reminded me of the amazing Shakshuka I had at Little Lefroy’s not so long ago. Anyway, my dish was pretty pleasing. It had all of my favourites – bocconcini, avocado and balsamic vinegar – all on one plate. The only struggle was the bread, it was so hard to stab my fork in I was often left eating it on its own. The Sea Salted Caramel Supershake was pretty decent too, a hell of a lot yummier than the one I had at Sapore Espresso Bar, which basically tasted like a glass of slightly sweetened milk. However, I do wish that the caramel syrup that dripped down the glass’s side and gathered at its base was inside the glass rather than outside. With a bit of extra syrup it has the potential to severely ruin ‘New Year, New Me’ diets.
My mouth is still watering just looking at their ‘Baked Eggs’, so I’ll know I’ll be heading to RitM real soon to have a taste. After that though, I don’t know. It’s not like The Attic or Tropico, where years later I am still craving for more, but maybe there will be a new dish or two that’ll change my mind.